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No one knew what Feng Jingye had told him, but Feng Linche had ordered for all the rich and distinguished merchants with annual profits exceeding one hundred thousand to be taxed by fifty percent.

Hearing the news that was brought back by the chef who went out to purchase ginger, Bai Zheng who was cooking lard in the kitchen just smiled faintly, she was not surprised at all.

With Great Zhou at such a stage, Feng Linche had already planned for those wealthy merchants for a long time, but he had no excuse. Now that his Soong Family had offered two hundred thousand gold, how could Feng Linche, who had already tasted the sweetness, endure?

"But Miss," the cook asked, looking at the ginger in the basket, "what do you need so many herbs for?"

In this era, people only put ginger into medicine and did not know how to cook.

Bai Zheng looked at the lard that was almost ready in the pot and laughed: "I'll make you guys something nice to eat."